Snowed In by Teodora Kostova

with both hands, squeezing the tender flesh and watching as his fingers left red marks on it. Nate brought his hand behind, his fingers glistening with lube. Without warning, he curved his spine and pushed two fingers inside his hole, making Quinn groan.
    “Damn it, Nate!”
    Nate turned to look at him over his shoulder, his mouth open in a silent moan, his eyes sparkling playfully. His fingers kept going in and out of his body, stretching him, making him gasp.
    Quinn couldn't take the sweet torture anymore. He needed to be inside Nate right this second or his balls were going to explode.
    Turning him around, Quinn knocked the lube off Nate’s hand and dragged him back into his lap. Nate laughed, straddling him and bending down to kiss him.
    “I’m ready for you, baby,” he whispered as their lips separated.
    Quinn nodded, reaching behind Nate to grab his cock. He kept it straight and steady as Nate lowered himself on it, his face scrunched in concentration.
    “You OK?” Quinn asked once his cock was buried deep in Nate’s ass.
    “God, yes,” Nate replied, his tongue sneaking out to lick his lips.
    Bracing his hands on the couch cushion behind Quinn, Nate started to move. He lifted his hips slowly, then lowered himself on Quinn's cock again, finishing with a little roll of his hips. All coherent thought flew away from Quinn's mind as he watched the debauched look on Nate’s face as he rode him, his muscles taut, sheen of sweat covering his skin, the flames in the hearth casting a soft, orange glow over his body.
    Quinn leaned forward, enveloping Nate in his arms, his lips finding a nipple. He sucked on it until it pebbled under his tongue, then bit it making Nate moan. His cock was hard again, rubbing against Quinn's stomach. Quinn snuck a hand between them and wrapped it around Nate’s dick, jerking him off in fast, sure movements. His own cock ached for release, his balls drawn up high, just waiting for his control to snap.
    “You close?” Quinn asked breathlessly, unsure of how long he could hold off his orgasm anymore.
    “Yeah,” Nate half whispered, half moaned, his hips moving faster on Quinn's cock. “Fuck, Quinn, just like that,” Nate said when Quinn's thumb found the sensitive spot under the head of his cock.
    Nate leaned further backwards, panting and gasping as the change of angle hit his sweet spot every time. Quinn's arms started shaking with the strain of holding him when the coffee table caught his attention, and he had an idea. Leaning forward and reaching an arm out, Quinn dragged the table closer, right behind Nate.
    “Put your hands on the table, baby,” Quinn ground out.
    Blindly, Nate reached behind, Quinn still holding him until his palms were flat on the table. With a devilish smirk he resumed riding Quinn's dick, slower now, rolling his hips with every move. His cock, flushed and hard against his stomach, was rocking up and down in time with his movements, driving Quinn crazy. Without thinking, Quinn bent as far down as he could, wrapped his arms around Nate’s hips and swallowed his cock.
    “Holy shit!” Nate yelled in surprise, his movements faltering. Quinn slid his hands up Nate’s body, caressing the soft skin, playing with his nipples and dragging his nails along his ribs, all the while his lips wrapped around Nate’s cock.
    The position wasn’t comfortable and he couldn't bend down far enough to swallow Nate’s whole shaft, but holy fuck it was hot. With every move, Nate was riding Quinn's cock and fucking his mouth at the same time, and Quinn was very close to falling apart. His balls drew up, warning him that he was about to come and no force on earth could stop it.
    Letting Nate’s cock flop out of his mouth, Quinn drew Nate back up against his chest, his hands spanning on his back. The change in position gave Nate more freedom to move and he rocked against Quinn, his breath hot and urgent on Quinn's neck.
    Nate raised his head, his eyes meeting Quinn's for a